Chapter 66: The Rain

Although the rain in this city is unpleasant, it is a city after all.

A little rain can't blow a city.

When it rains.

It rains outside the city, and money falls inside the city.

When it comes to the indoor money throwing place in the city, even if there is a knife in the sky outside, it can still operate as usual.

Or it is better to say that the east wind building of the warbler and the swallow, the restaurant with the fragrance of wine and the intoxicating wine, is happy to see the knife in the sky.

If this knife rain falls, the guests have nowhere to go, and it is natural to take shelter from the rain on the soft and glutinous chest of the little lady in this small building.

It's a pity, there's no hope for the knife.

It's okay to rain.

It's just that the things of the world have always been a few joys and a few sorrows.

For these evil wolves in the mountains and forests in Fusang City, who are cutting off people's hands and feet and taking people's money all day long.

Rainy days are the most damn bad luck.

After all, even if you do something bad and suffer retribution, before you die, everyone wants to see a sunny day, right?

That's why.

The Tiger Prison on a rainy day can gather so many people, if it is too big, maybe the guest master in the Tiger Prison today can catch up with the rain that God has today.

In the past, there were only three or five hundred people in the underground field of the Tiger Prison. Whether it's the first paragraph or the fifth paragraph, it's always less than a thousand.

But the people gathered in the tiger prison today are casually counted in the thousands.

This number of spectators is not common in a tiger prison.

Want to ask why?

It can be said that it is because there is nowhere to go when it rains, and there happens to be a little money in the pocket.

But it can be said that everyone is coming for the white-faced ghosts.

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After all, there is never an impermeable wall.

That day, Bai Yunhuan stopped Zhang Kubao, saying that only the four major families knew, but it was only temporary; there were people in a certain family who had big mouths to say a few more words, and among those who listened, there were people with broken mouths who passed on a few more words.

One pass ten, ten pass hundred.

It was only a matter of time before this became known.

Besides, the characteristics of the person involved are too obvious.

The young man has white hair, and the blind man can't see.

Therefore, a small number of people in the city had already found out that this white-faced ghost was the kid who rushed out to die in the Li Mansion that day.

Some say he's a fool, others say he's guts.

But the final result is that the so-called white-faced ghost fights for the last section of the Tiger Prison has attracted a lot of people.

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One side of the building.

Insiders, thousands.

The deathmatch in this last section is far larger than the previous stages, both in terms of the size of the number of people and the size of the venue.

Of course, the choice of location is no longer the dark underground of the small building in the fifth section.

The last section of this round of Tiger Prison starts from a side building.

One side of the building is one of the best wine fields in the city, wine and beauty, gambling money to buy life, seeing the light of business, not seeing the light of business, all of the same.

It's easy to build a platform.

On the first floor of one side of the building, the white-veined stone platform has a length and width of twenty-four zhang.

On the stone platform, there was nothing.

After all, there is still half an hour before the opening of this last paragraph.

The frame has not yet begun, but this side of the building, from the first floor to the fifth floor, has long been full of people.

The floor is hollowed out, even if you stand high, as long as your eyesight is enough, you don't have to worry about not seeing the twenty-four zhang stone platform.

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There are too many people.

There is the rich young master on that side, hugging left and right, making the beautiful woman's pretty face crimson, and there is also the hooligan scoundrel who is in the market, noisy and annoying.

In this noisy and noisy situation, there is no place to be peaceful.

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It is said that this boiling voice will not stop until the beginning of the bell, but I didn't expect it at this time.

There was a sudden silence in the field.

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It turned out that it was this square building, and two more people came.

These two people appeared openly and entered from the main entrance of the south gate of the building. The pace is consistent, unhurried.

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At first, some people in the crowd only felt a little cold on their backs, but when they turned around and saw these two people, they screamed out in fright.

At this call, someone turned around again, and when they saw these two people, they were so frightened that they sat on the ground.

The crowd followed the gaze of the man who was sitting on the ground and stepping back on his legs, and they saw the two men.

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Two people came, one was a woman and the other was a young man.

The woman was dressed in red and holding a sword, and the young man was dressed in white, and her peach blossom eyes were full of smiles.

If it is the first time to see these two people, it should only be regarded as a beautiful and talented woman.

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It's just that

In this Fusang city, there is no one who doesn't know Leng Zhu.

There is no one who does not know the sword of the lord.

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So in this square building, it is surprisingly quiet.

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Dongfang Fanglan's face was not wavering, and Leng Zhu was still smiling.

The two walked side by side.

In the crowd, everyone consciously gave way to a way.

I'm just afraid of the cold bamboo's bone scraper, and I respect the murderous sword of the lord.

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When Dongfang Fang Lan and Leng Zhu walked up to the fifth floor and entered the room specially prepared for the nobles in that building, everyone in this battle put it to the bottom of their hearts.

But he didn't dare to be as unscrupulous and noisy as before.

After all, with only these two people, it will take a little time at most to slaughter thousands of people back and forth.

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In the building, after Dongfang Fang Lan and Leng Zhu appeared, many people began to lower their heads and whisper.

There is no shortage of people with good brains who have figured out some meanings.

A mere tiger prison death match, can alarm the dignified lord and a general under the lord of the lord?

Only fools believe it.

No matter how clever he is, he has already begun to press silver on the other side of the white-faced ghost.

In this regard, the owl turned a blind eye. Even if the owl is no longer afraid of things, the truth of leaving a line in everything is more or less understood.

The bell rings at the beginning of the unitary hour.

At this time, there is still a full moment away from the unitary time.

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The rain in Fuso Castle became heavier and heavier, and as the sky darkened, the air became colder and colder.

In the rain, Bai Yunhuan walked with his sword.

The young man still has some immature faces, and there is no joy or sorrow.

Those light blue eyes were surprisingly calm.

In the potholed water on the road, Bai Yunhuan stepped out of the water step by step with firm steps.

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In fact, Bai Yunhuan didn't understand that it was impossible for him to win against Leng Zhu, and he couldn't even hurt Leng Zhu in the slightest.

It's just that Bai Yunhuan feels that if he retreats, he won't be able to hold a sword for the rest of his life.

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When the time came, in one building, the bell sounded softly.

The mournful sound of the bell spread out like ripples in the rain curtain, crashing into the last battle of the tiger prison in Fuso City.

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In the thousands of incredible eyes of the audience, there was a pair of good-looking peach blossom eyes of the little boy Leng Zhu, who appeared on the stone platform with brisk steps.

In an instant, one after another cursing, exclamations, and roars converged.

And twenty-four zhang on the stone platform.

Bai Yunhuan, a white-haired boy, stood with a sword.

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